Be surgical,
like a well-sharpened blade.

Operate while they sleep.

As they reach out their hand 
cut it off
just like the other one.

I don't want to be cordial or nice,
if it's not for our own good...

For cruelty in the shade
of my antagonistic light
cuts so deep and quick,
no one even knew.

Healing...
it's a bit like murder.
(which is a bit like Life)

We grew.
Who knew?

Peace to You.
(stealth is a virtue)